Roses for tomorrow

For a Monday afternoon, Fahlada found it rather strange that her dad had called her to his office. She had reviewed all her administrative tasks and found no mistakes or oversights. In fact, she had been ahead of schedule, having already set up all her meetings for the following week.

She knew her dad, he wasn’t the type to call for unimportant matters—or to call at all when he knew she was busy managing one of his hospitals. With incertitude, she knocked on the door before stepping inside.

“Hello, dear,” her father greeted her warmly, his voice filled with affection. “How’s Earn?”
Fahlada gave him a smug look, accompanied by a small smile. “I love how you ask about my girlfriend before your own daughter, Dad.”
The old man chuckled, motioning for her to take a seat. “She’s a lovely kid. She makes me laugh—so refreshing. Last time she came by, she even brought me coffee.”
Fahlada shook her head with a proud smile. “She’s amazing, I know,” she responded with a grin, “But I’m pretty sure you didn’t call me here just to talk about my girlfriend,” she said, leaning slightly forward. “So, tell me—what’s going on?”

“Do you remember the gala I told you to attend?”

Fahlada’s eyes widened as the memories of that night flooded her mind. The way Earn looked in that dress, the scent of her perfume, the way they danced—close, almost inseparable. The laughter they shared, the way the night unfolded.
And then, the possessiveness in Earn’s gaze that had left her dizzy. The way she whispered all night about ‘what’s hers.’ How she bit into Fahlada’s skin without mercy, leaving her breathless and undone. How she had toyed with her until Fahlada could barely stand. And how the morning after she didn’t even gave her a chance to use her mouth unless for moaning her name.

“Fahlada?”

Her father’s voice snapped her back to reality. “Are you okay, dear? You’re looking a little red.”
The brunette blinked rapidly, another wave of heat creeping up her face. “Y-yeah,” she stammered, clearing her throat. “You were saying… the gala?”

“Yeah, so, the gala,” he continued scratching the back of his neck. “You went with Earn?” The brunette nodded. “Ratee’s parents contacted me to let me know that ‘my daughter’s date’ brought chaos to the event.”
The brunette snorted at her dad statement, “I already have an idea that it’s not what happened, but I wanted to hear your side of the story.” Her father responded.
Fahlada rolled her eyes, remembering Ratee’s antic at the last night. “Everything was going fine, I presented the future paramedics branch at some associates and investors, I talked with our shareholders, and Earn was nothing but lovely this night, she didn’t bring any trouble, she was perfect.”
The old man watched her daughter fiercely defend her lover without flinching a bit. “The guest complimented her all night. She was so beautiful.” She continued without breathing. “All eyes were on her, she was the prettiest.”
Her dad nodded, he knew his daughter and Earn, and he knew the two women were well behaved.
“So Ratee?”

“She made things up!” Fahlada huffed. “You already know how she is toward me—so imagine when she saw Earn at my arms.”
Her father let out a deep sigh, lost in thought. “I think I’m going to cut our arrangements with them,” he said, watching his daughter’s reaction. “They always put us in uneasy situations. I can only imagine what kind of gossip they’ve spread about Earn.”Fahlada busied herself with straightening the desk, fully understanding what he meant. “I know she’s strong, but I don’t know if she’s ready for all of this—the attention, the gossip, the judgment of society… them.”Deep down, she understood her father’s concerns. The grand galas and social circles of these wealthy families were nothing but a façade, a stage set for people to tear each other apart the moment someone stumbled.

“I should talk to her,” she murmured.

“You should.” Her father gave her a small, reassuring smile. “But don’t worry, dear. She’s smart and witty—I have a feeling she’ll handle this well.”

Fahlada returned his smile, comforted by his words. “Thanks, Dad.” His expression softened before he spoke again. “There’s something else I wanted to discuss with you. I know you still have a few years left before completing your certification, but… I wanted to ask if you’d consider continuing your studies here, in Thailand.”

“W-what?” Fahlada stammered, disbelief written all over her face. Her father leaned back, his expression calm yet firm. “You’ve been managing the hospital remarkably well. I want to give you more responsibilities. In fact, I’ve been considering making you the director of our Shanghai facility.” It was too much. In less than two minutes, her entire life plan had been thrown into disarray.
What about Italy? What about her academic applications? What about Earn?

Sensing her turmoil, her father gave a reassuring nod. “Don’t worry, dear. I don’t expect an answer right away. Take your time. I just ask that you give me your decision before your trip to Japan.”

Fahlada’s eyes widened. That meant she had only one week. “And you know what comes next if you accept,” he added meaningfully. She did. If she agreed, she would have to host her first gala—an event that would bring together investors, future clients, top doctors, and influential politicians, all of whom played a role in shaping her hospital’s future.
The weight of responsibility settled heavily on her shoulders. “Do not put pressure on you honey, I’ll be pleased with both of your choices.” The brunette smiled at her father before sighing.

As soon as she left the old man, Fahlada suddenly felt dizzy. She needed some time alone to mentally process all the information her father had given her. Staying in her office or anywhere in the hospital wouldn’t help at all—she already knew that.

With heavy steps, she gathered her things and headed to her car. Without a clear destination in mind, she drove aimlessly for nearly forty minutes before finally making her way where Earn was staying, to her parent’s place. The moment she saw the blonde’s warm smile, she knew everything would be alright.
Earn listened intently, frowning at every new piece of information before her eyes widened in surprise. “I’m so proud of you, baby!” she said with admiration in her voice, pressing a soft kiss to Fahlada’s cheek. “My girlfriend is so talented and hardworking that people are already offering her big opportunities.”

Fahlada couldn’t help but blush at her girlfriend’s sweetness. But her concerns lingered. “Did you hear the part where we might have to do long distance next year if I accept?” she asked hesitantly.
Earn tilted her head with a smug smile. “And who said that?” she challenged playfully. “Because I don’t remember saying anything like that.”
Fahlada blinked, momentarily lost in Earn’s confidence.
“Listen to me, baby,” Earn continued sincerely, taking Fahlada’s hands in hers. “I’ll go where you go. I’ll stay where you stay. I’ll be wherever your heart is.” Her voice was steady, full of quiet certainty. “If you want to accept the offer, then do it. I’ll transfer my university dossier to Thailand and continue studying here. Don’t worry about us.”
Her gentle tone melted away Fahlada’s last bit of doubt. At that moment, she knew—no matter what happened, they would face it together.

“Are you staying tonight?” Earn asked hopefully, already pouting. “My mom will be so happy to have her most beautiful future daughter-in-law spending the night.” Fahlada giggled at her lover’s antics. “Does your brother have a girlfriend now?”
Earn snorted while straddling her girlfriend. “Of course not. Even though, is it even possible for someone to be prettier than you?” she whispered, wrapping her arms around the brunette.

Fahlada blushed, holding onto Earn tightly. “Plus, he’s ugly,” she added with playful sarcasm. The brunette couldn’t help but laugh. Earn always made things easier, and she was so grateful for it. They stayed wrapped in the warmth of their embrace for a few minutes before Fahlada spoke again. “I have to hold a gala with all my future collaborators,” she said, staring into the distance. “I won’t ask you to come—I know it can be overwhelming—”

“I’m coming!” Earn cut her off. “It’s your first big event, and I want to be there for you. Plus, I kind of enjoy it.”
Fahlada blinked at her girlfriend. “Enjoy?” she asked, uncertain.
“Yeah!” Earn nodded eagerly. “I mean, walking by your side and watching everyone drool over you is pretty entertaining.” She smirked before kissing Fahlada’s lips. “I love seeing their expressions when they realize that you’re taken,” she murmured, deepening the kiss. “And you’re definitely staying tonight.” She added, leaving no room for arguments.

With that, Fahlada immediately gave her answer to her father, who was happier than ever. Soon, the brunette found herself deeply immersed in organizing her first event. She decided to hold it at one of her parents’ mansions, carefully planning every detail. She compiled a guest list and submitted it to her father for review. As he skimmed through the names, his brow furrowed.

“You didn’t invite Ratee’s parents?” he asked, surprised.

Fahlada sighed, slipping her hands into her pockets. “Their presence won’t be necessary. P’Nu’s parents are already supporting us with the paramedics and pharmaceuticals. For the commercial and communication side, I decided to bring in someone new,” she explained, gesturing toward the list. Her father took another look and finally noticed an unfamiliar name. “Earn’s father?”
The brunette nodded. “I did my research. He actually owns a commercial marketing firm, and his work is pretty impressive. His company handled the marketing for Miss Ying’s establishment, and she’s one of the most important investors right now.”

The old man regarded his daughter with newfound pride. “You really put in the work.”

Fahlada couldn’t help but smile. “I’m serious about this, Dad.”He exhaled, leaning back. “They’re going to throw a tantrum. I hope you know that.”

“I know,” she said without hesitation. “But that’s not my problem. If Ratee hadn’t disrespected Earn, I would have invited them. But I won’t allow anyone to disrespect my girlfriend under my roof. I know I shouldn’t mix business with personal feelings, but Earn told me she’d be there for me—she’s adjusted her life for me—so the least I can do is stand up for her.”
Her father studied her for a long moment before nodding. “You’ve grown into quite the leader, Fahlada. I trust your judgment.”

She smiled, relieved by his support. “Thank you, Dad.”

Still, as she left his office and walked down the grand hallway of her family’s estate, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this decision would come with consequences. The Thananusak, was the most powerful family in the Thailand, after of course the king’s. But Ratee’s parents were also powerful and well-connected, and their absence at the event would not go unnoticed. But she had made her choice, and she had no intention of backing down.
Later that evening, she found Earn sprawled across her bed, scrolling through her phone with a lazy smirk. “So? Did your dad approve the guest list?”Fahlada sat beside her, leaning back against the headboard. “Yeah. He was surprised about your father, though.”

Earn raised an eyebrow. “Surprised in a bad way?”

“No, just caught off guard. He said he trusts my judgment.”Earn rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. “That’s because you’re smart, gorgeous, and terrifying when you want something.” She grinned, nudging Fahlada’s arm. Fahlada chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

“I try.” Earn smirked before her expression turned more serious. “But… about Ratee’s parents. You really didn’t invite them?”

Fahlada’s jaw tightened. “No. And I don’t regret it.”Earn was silent for a moment, then she sighed. “You know they’re going to make a scene, right?”

“I’m prepared for it.”

Earn studied her carefully, then leaned in to press a soft kiss to her temple. “I know you are. Just… don’t let them ruin your night.”
Fahlada turned to face her, meeting her gaze. “They won’t. Because you’ll be there with me.”Earn’s smirk returned. “Damn right I will.”For a moment, they just looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between them. Then Earn suddenly grinned. “Also, can we talk about how my dad is basically your business partner now? Does that mean I get special privileges at this fancy event?”
Fahlada laughed. “You already have special privileges.”

Earn wiggled her eyebrows. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Fahlada rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling as Earn pulled her into a kiss.

But even as they laughed and kissed, a part of Fahlada couldn’t ignore the uneasy feeling creeping into her chest. The gala would be a success—she was determined to make sure of it.
But she had a feeling that before this night, something was going to go wrong.

Fahlada’s official entry into the business world with her first gala became the talk of the elite. As the youngest person in this exclusive society to be both a doctor, a businesswoman, and the owner of one of the largest medical firms in Hong Kong, she was nothing short of impressive. Everyone knew that if she had reached this position, it was because she was truly capable—after all, Fahlada’s father was a strict man when it came to business. He would never allow his daughter to take on such a role if she weren’t ready.

However, not everyone was pleased.

Ratee’s family was seething. Being excluded from this event wasn’t just an insult—it was a direct attack on their status. They knew the social circles would be buzzing with whispers about their absence, questioning their influence and power. In his grand office, Ratee’s father slammed his fist against his desk, his expression twisted with fury. His glare settled on a trembling young secretary standing before him. “I told you to find a way to get us into that event!” he barked, his voice sharp and unforgiving. The secretary flinched, gripping the documents in his hands as his legs shook. “S-sir, security is tight, and the guest list is being closely monitored—”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” the older man growled, grabbing the boy by the collar and yanking him closer. “If you want to get paid this month, be useful.” His voice dropped into a low, menacing whisper.

The young man was on the verge of tears.

Ratee’s father sneered and shoved him back. “Get out of my sight.”The secretary stumbled before hastily bowing and scurrying out of the room. “Call my daughter,” the man ordered his assistant, his jaw tightening.
When Ratee entered her father’s office, she wasted no time before settling onto his lap.

“Hello, Daddy,” she purred.

As ruthless as this man could be, when it came to his daughter, he was completely soft—so much so that his excessive spoiling had turned her rotten. He brushed a hand over her hair, his expression instantly gentler. “How’s my princess doing?” he asked with concern. Ratee pouted. “You said we were going to brunch and shopping together, but we didn’t. So, guess.”

Her father sighed. “I’m sorry, dear. Daddy’s been very busy these days.”She huffed but didn’t press the matter further. After a pause, he leaned in slightly. “Did you hear? Your little friend Fahlada is holding her first gala.”

Ratee frowned, momentarily lost in thought. “She’s what?” Her voice sharpened with disbelief.

“It’s happening soon.”

The confusion on her face deepened. “Then why hasn’t the stylist come to prepare our outfits yet?”Her father’s expression darkened. “Because we weren’t invited.”

Ratee’s entire body stiffened. “What?”

It took her a moment to process the words. Then, slowly, her shock gave way to something else.

Anger.

Pure, simmering rage.

For her it was this blonde’s fault? How could she humiliated her family like this? Her Fahlada would never do anything like that.

Ratee’s fingers curled into fists. “It’s because of her.”Her father looked at the fire in her eyes. “It’s because of who?”Ratee’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous line.
“She’s being manipulated by some blonde—her surname is Sanithada, I think,” Ratee said, her voice laced with bitterness. “I know Fahlada well. She loves me too much to do this on her own. And at our last gala, this girl humiliated me. Remember what I told you?”

Her father’s brows furrowed, his expression darkening.

“I’m going to destroy this family,” he whispered, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He leaned back in his chair, the name rolling off his tongue with quiet menace. “Sanithada…” His fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk as a sinister smirk spread across his face. “I’ll have my secretary dig into them. Once I find their weaknesses, I’ll make sure they drown.”

Ratee’s lips curled into a pleased smile.

“Nobody stands in my way,” her father continued, his tone final. “And you—” he looked at her sharply—“you will be at that event.”Ratee grinned, her eyes flashing with anticipation.

“Good. Because I have a score to settle.”

Ratee’s grin widened as she slid off her father’s lap, already feeling victorious.
“I’ll need a dress,” she said, her voice dripping with confidence. “Something that makes an entrance. If I’m crashing this event, I might as well make sure every single person notices.”Her father chuckled darkly. “Consider it done. I’ll have our best stylist come tonight.”Ratee turned toward the door, but before she could leave, her father called after her.
“One more thing,” he said, his tone serious now.

She glanced back, arching a perfectly sculpted brow.

“If this Sanithada girl is the reason Fahlada is keeping her distance from you, then I suggest you remind her exactly who you are.”Ratee’s smirk returned. “Oh, don’t worry, Daddy. By the end of the night, Fahlada will remember.”She walked out, her heels clicking against the marble floor, already plotting her next move.

Finally, the day of the gala arrived. Since early morning, Fahlada had been meticulously overseeing every aspect of the preparations. The buffet had to be flawless, the musicians well-rehearsed, the security on high alert, and the setup executed to perfection. She ensured that every detail, from the grand ballroom’s decorations to the guest accommodations, was impeccable. Even the bedrooms for the arriving family members, and the Sanithada were inspected to guarantee comfort and elegance. Nothing could be left to chance—everything had to be perfect.

Later, her parents and some relatives arrived early, only to find that the young woman had already taken care of everything. “Dear!” Her mother hurried toward her, concern etched on her face. “Have you seen yourself? You look exhausted.” The older woman cupped her daughter’s face, examining it closely.
Fahlada had been so engrossed in the preparations that she hadn’t even noticed her own fatigue. She had ignored her body’s needs entirely. “Go rest,” her father said, patting her shoulder. “You still have plenty of time, and don’t worry—your mother and I will take care of the rest.”
Fahlada looked at her parents with gratitude before embracing them.

“You’re doing well, kid. Everything’s alright,” Rusamee whispered reassuringly.

“Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Dad,” Fahlada murmured, her heart swelling with appreciation. Fahlada let out a deep breath as she stepped back from the embrace, a small, tired smile on her lips. Though her body ached from the endless preparations, a sense of relief washed over her—at least now, she wasn’t alone in making sure everything went perfectly. “Come on, dear,” her mother coaxed gently, guiding her toward one of the private rooms. “Just a short rest. I’ll wake you before the guests arrive.”

Reluctantly, Fahlada allowed herself to be led away, realizing only now how heavy her eyelids felt. As soon as she lay down, exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted into a much-needed slumber.

Meanwhile, outside the room, the preparations continued. Staff hurried back and forth with last-minute adjustments, and the grand hall slowly transformed into a scene of elegance and splendor. Musicians tuned their instruments, chandeliers cast a golden glow, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air.

A couple of hours later, Fahlada slowly opened her eyes. The sun was beginning to set, and golden rays filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. She stretched, feeling well-rested for the first time in days, completely unaware of the presence beside her.

“Hi, baby!”

Before she could react, Earn jumped onto the bed, wrapping herself around Fahlada in a playful embrace.
“Earn?” Fahlada blinked, startled but instantly comforted by the familiar warmth. “You’re already here? What time is it?” Her voice held a hint of panic as she instinctively melted into the hug. Earn giggled, nuzzling against her. “Relax, it’s still early. Your mom let me in—she said you needed rest, but I couldn’t wait any longer.”

Fahlada sighed, her tension easing as she held her girlfriend closer. “You’re sneaky,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Earn’s temple. “I just missed you,” the blonde murmured, pressing their foreheads together, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I missed you too,” Fahlada responded gently, a teasing glint in her eyes. She leaned in and playfully bit Earn’s nose, earning a surprised giggle.

“So much,” she added, her lips trailing lower as she nipped at her girlfriend’s jawline.
Earn let out a soft laugh, tilting her head to give Fahlada better access. “You’re such a menace,” she whispered, her fingers curling into the fabric of Fahlada’s shirt.
Fahlada’s hands slid around Earn’s waist, pulling her closer. “I was so busy this days that I didn’t fulfill my girlfriend duties,” she murmured, tracing her tongue along the blonde’s collarbone. “I didn’t take you out on any dates.”
This time, she bit down on the tender skin, making Earn shiver and let out a soft whimper. “I’m so sorry, love,” Fahlada whispered, slipping her hands beneath the blonde’s shirt, her fingers grazing warm skin. Earn's breath hitched as Fahlada's fingertips ghosted over her ribs, sending a shiver up her spine. "You can make it up to me," she murmured, tilting her head to expose more of her neck, inviting more of those teasing kisses.
Fahlada smirked against her skin, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of Earn's throat. "Oh? And how should I do that?" Her voice was a husky whisper, full of promise.
Earn tangled her fingers in Fahlada's dark hair, pulling her closer. "T-take me somewhere. Anywhere. Just, j-ust the two of us." Her voice wavered between breathless and demanding, her body already melting into Fahlada's touch.

Fahlada hummed in thought, trailing her lips up to Earn's ear. "How tomorrow ? No distractions. No work. Just us." She nipped at Earn's earlobe, savoring the way the blonde gasped in response. Earn's eyes fluttered shut as a slow smile spread across her lips. "You better keep that promise."

Fahlada smirked against Earn's skin, her nose trailing a slow, deliberate path toward the sensitive spot on the blonde's neck.
"I'm gonna take care of it-take care of you," she whispered, her breath warm against Earn's flushed skin. Then she bit down, just enough to make Earn gasp. "Baby!" Earn's voice was a breathy plea, the sound sending a dizzying rush through Fahlada's veins. Her grip tightened around Earn's waist, pulling her impossibly closer. The heat between them was intoxicating, and for a moment, all Fahlada could focus on was the way Earn trembled in her arms, the way her body responded so perfectly to every touch. "You have no idea what you do to me," Fahlada murmured, pressing her lips over the mark she had just made, soothing it with a slow kiss.

With all the strength she had left, Earn gently pushed Fahlada away—just enough to create a small distance between them. The loss of warmth made Fahlada whimper softly, her dark eyes filled with longing. “Love,” Fahlada murmured, pouting as she tried to close the gap again. Earn let out a soft laugh, cupping her girlfriend’s cheeks, her thumbs tracing soothing circles on her skin. “Listen to me, baby,” she said, her voice gentle but firm.

Fahlada stilled, watching her with curiosity.

“If we’re gonna go all the way, I will definitely not complain,” Earn continued, a teasing smirk playing on her lips. “But I do know you have a thing for biting—”

“What?” Fahlada blinked, caught of guard, the slight flush on her cheeks growing. Earn arched a brow, tilting her head slightly. “Oh, don’t what? me,” she teased, brushing a thumb over the faint mark already forming on her neck. “I just wanted to tell you to not leave them in spots where everyone could see, you leave evidence every time.”

"I do not have a thing for biting," Fahlada whispered, stubbornly avoiding eye contact.

Earn smirked, clearly enjoying the way her girlfriend squirmed under scrutiny. "Oh?" she murmured, leaning in until her lips brushed against Fahlada's ear. "So you mean all the marks you left were... nothing?"
Before Fahlada could respond, Earn nipped at her earlobe, earning a sharp inhale.
"All those time you marked me," she continued, her voice dripping with amusement as she trailed hot, deliberate kisses down Fahlada's neck. "Between my thighs..."
Fahlada's breath hitched, her hands instinctively tightenin around Earn's waist. "On my back..." Earn whispered, her lips now grazing the sensitive skin along Fahlada's collarbone.
Fahlada shivered, unable to form a response-not when Earn was turning the teasing back on her so effortlessly.
"And on my neck..." Earn's teeth grazed
Fahlada's pulse point before she bit down-not too hard, but enough to make Fahlada let out a low, needy moan.
Earn pulled back just slightly, lips brushing against the fresh mark. "Were those just coincidences?"
Fahlada, breathless and dazed, swallowed hard. "Maybe..." she managed, though her voice betrayed her. Earn chuckled, pressing one last kiss to the spot she'd just claimed. "Liar."

"You love to bite," Earn murmured, her lips brushing against Fahlada's. "And you love to be bitten."
Before Fahlada could respond, Earn caught her lower lip between her teeth, biting down just enough to make her girlfriend inhale sharply.
Fahlada's hands flexed on Earn's waist, ready to pull her closer, to deepen the kiss
-but Earn didn't let her. She lingered there, teasing, keeping the control just out of reach.
A low, frustrated groan escaped Fahlada's throat. "Love," she warned, her voice a delicious mix of impatience and need.
Earn only smirked, her lips ghosting over Fahlada's without giving in. "See?" she whispered. "I told you." Fahlada narrowed her eyes, her grip tightening as she bucked her hips to change their position, and pin Earn firmly against the mattress. "You really like pushing me, don't you?"
Earn giggled softly, her breath warm against Fahlada's lips. "Maybe," she admitted. "But I know you love that too."

“You’re-“

"Oh no, no, no, baby. Watch your mouth," Earn chuckled lowly, even though she was the one pressed the bed. Her voice was teasing, but there was an edge of control in it.
Fahlada narrowed her eyes, about to retort, when—
"Because right now," Earn continued, brushing her lips against Fahlada's ear,
"you don't have a lot of time left before the gala."
And just like that, Fahlada froze.
The gala.
Her family was downstairs.

Her eyes widened in sudden realization, the haze of desire momentarily clearing.
"Oh crap," she muttered, starting to pull away from Earn, untangling herself before she lost even more time. But before she could fully escape, Earn grabbed her wrist and yanked her back— just enough to throw her off balance.
"Earn-"
A sharp nip at her neck stole whatever protest she was about to make.
Fahlada breathe stuck in her throat, her body jolting at the unexpected sensation. A warm, traitorous shiver ran down her spine as Earn smirked against her skin.

"So sensitive," Earn giggled, pressing a lingering kiss over the she had just marked.
Fahlada exhaled a shaky breath, her fingers digging into Earn's waist. "You're evil," she muttered, trying to regain control of herself.
Earn tilted her head, feigning innocence.
"Am I?"
Fahlada let out a frustrated groan, finally stepping back-though the loss of Earn's warmth made it almost painful. "You know you are."
Earn grinned, completely unrepentant.
"Hurry up, baby. You wouldn't want make your guest wait." Fahlada shot her a glare, but the effect was ruined by the way her lips twitched, fighting back a smirk. "Don’t play too much darling, you won’t like the consequences." Earn smiled insolently. "Test me."

“Keep that attitude, you’ll see where it’s going to get you.” She said in a sultry voice.

With one last lingering glance, Fahlada reluctantly stepped away, running a hand through her hair as she tried to compose herself. But as she caught her reflection in the nearby mirror, her eyes landed on the faint, fresh mark Earn had left on her neck.
She turned slowly, narrowing her gaze at her very smug-looking girlfriend.
"Earn." The blonde just grinned. "You should probably cover that before your mom see it."

Fahlada sighed before grabbing her phone and tapping frantically on the screen. “The makeup artist and the stylist will be here in a second,” she informed her girlfriend. “We’ll wait for them here.”

Earn couldn’t help but smirk. “And why’s that? What if I wanna go downstairs?” she asked, feigning innocence.

Fahlada turned around to look at her lover, but the sight before her made her go pale. If Earn’s parents saw their daughter like this, she would die of embarrassment. The needy look in the blonde’s eyes was unmistakable. Fahlada’s gaze kept scanning Earn until she noticed the bite mark she had left.

“Okay,” she whispered. “I… I may have a thing for biting,” she admitted quietly, blushing.
Earn’s smirk widened at Fahlada’s confession, mischief twinkling in her eyes. She went up of the bed, and took a slow step closer, tilting her head slightly. “Oh? A ‘thing’ for biting, huh?” she teased, her voice laced with amusement.
Fahlada groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Forget I said anything,” she mumbled. But Earn wasn’t about to let this go. She gently pried Fahlada’s hands away and leaned in, her breath warm against her girlfriend’s cheek. “No can do,” she whispered, her lips just barely brushing Fahlada’s skin. “That’s valuable information.”

Fahlada’s blush deepened, and she instinctively stepped back—only to bump against the dresser. Earn took full advantage, placing both hands on either side of Fahlada, effectively trapping her. “You know,” Earn mused, tapping a thoughtful finger against her chin, “if you like biting so much, maybe I should return the favor more often.”

Fahlada gulped. “You wouldn’t.”

Earn grinned. “Wouldn’t I?”

Just as she leaned in, footsteps echoed from the hallway. Fahlada panicked, pushing Earn away. “Behave,” she hissed under her breath. The door swung open, revealing the makeup artist and stylist, both looking mildly confused. “Uh… are we interrupting something?”

Fahlada forced a smile. “Nope! Not at all! Let’s get started!”Earn chuckled, sending Fahlada a knowing glance before stepping aside. “This is gonna be fun,” she muttered.

Fahlada quickly settled into the chair, pretending to be unbothered as the makeup artist began unpacking their tools. Earn, however, wasn’t going to let her off that easily. She took a seat on the couch across from her, arms crossed, watching with that same infuriating smirk. The hair stylist approached Earn first, running a hand through her blonde hair. “Hmm, we should tame this a little,” they mused, gently tugging at a few strands. Earn hummed in agreement, but her gaze never left Fahlada. “Yeah, sure, do whatever you need to. I’m just sitting here, being ‘well-behaved’.”
Fahlada turned her head toward the blonde, who only winked at her smugly.
“You never stop, do you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. Earn grinned. “Never when it comes to you.”
The brunette couldn’t help but take her girlfriend’s hand in hers before bringing it to her lips for a gentle kiss.

“I love you,” she whispered.

A warmth flickered in Earn’s eyes as her fingers curled around Fahlada’s. “I love you too.”
The hairstylist and the makeup artist smiled at the girls’ behavior before getting to work with a special request to “make those marks disappear” and “no need to talk about it at my mom” . Soon, Fahlada and Earn had their hair styled and were slipping into their outfits for the evening. The brunette was wearing a black strapless v neck jumpsuit with a jacket accompanied with silver jewelry and wavy hair. She was examining her appearance in the mirror while the styling teams was making its way out of the room. It’s at this exact moment Earn went out of the bathroom. Fahlada stopped whatever she was doing and followed the blonde’s every movements. Her silky black dress was making her skin glow. The thin straps who were hanging on her shoulder were moving teasingly on it, as if they were gonna fall. The slit of this dress who was making its way all along her leg, was a little bit too distracting for her own liking. Earn noticed the look of her girlfriend on her through the glass and got nearer with a teasing smile.

Earn closed the distance between them, her steps slow and deliberate. The teasing smile on her lips deepened when she saw Fahlada swallow hard, her gaze flickering between the blonde’s eyes and the daring slit of her dress. “You’re staring,” Earn murmured, stopping just a breath away. Fahlada barely found the words to respond. “You’re making it hard not to.” Earn tilted her head, pretending to consider that for a moment before reaching up to adjust one of her dress straps. The thin fabric slid an inch lower, exposing more of her collarbone, more of that glowing skin.

Fahlada let out a sharp breath and averted her gaze, suddenly finding the floor fascinating. “You’re doing that on purpose.”
Earn chuckled, leaning in so her lips brushed against the shell of Fahlada’s ear. “Maybe.”

The warmth of her breath sent a shiver down Fahlada’s spine, but before she could react, Earn pulled back, her eyes dancing with mischief. “We should get going,” she said casually, turning toward the door as if nothing had happened. Fahlada blinked, still trying to compose herself. A second longer and she might have—
Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt as her eyes landed on Earn’s bare back, the delicate curve of her spine illuminated under the soft light. The blonde glanced over her shoulder with that same teasing smirk, her confidence effortless, almost dangerous.

“Let’s go, baby,” she purred, her voice smooth, playful—yet undeniably commanding. Fahlada barely registered the words. Her gaze was too busy tracing the way Earn’s dress dipped low, exposing just enough to make her pulse quicken. The thin straps that had teased her moments ago now seemed even more fragile, as if one wrong move would send them slipping down completely.
Earn took a step toward the door, but Fahlada wasn’t sure she was ready to follow—not yet.

Not when the night had only just begun.

Fahlada exhaled slowly, closing the distance between them. She offered Earn her arm, a silent invitation, a gesture of something unspoken yet deeply understood.

“You’re a menace,” she murmured, shaking her head, though the corners of her lips betrayed her amusement.

Earn only smiled while putting her hands around her lover biceps, leaning in to press a lingering kiss just beneath Fahlada’s ear, right where she knew it would make her shiver. “I’m yours, yeah.”Fahlada’s breath caught, her heart stumbling over itself. She was in love—helplessly, maddeningly, irreversibly in love with her girlfriend. And she was certain it would be the death of her.

The brunette couldn’t lie—her official entry into high society, marked by the grand gala, was going remarkably well. She conversed effortlessly with the guests, exchanging pleasantries and ideas, and they were visibly impressed by her intellect and diligence. The brunette was smart, hardworking, and fluent in multiple languages. She was also responsible, all qualities that shone brightly that evening, making her parents beam with pride.

As the night progressed, however, whispers began to circulate regarding the conspicuous absence of Ratee and her family. This family was among the most powerful families in their social circle, and their exclusion from such an important event was unprecedented. Some murmured their discontent, comparing Ratees’ family absence to the unexpected inclusion of the Sanithadas’. Yet any criticisms were short-lived. To everyone’s surprise, Earn’s family fit into the elite gathering with remarkable ease.

Earn’s mother was nothing short of captivating. She was articulate, graceful, and possessed a charisma that charmed nearly every guest she spoke to. It was now evident to Fahlada where Earn had inherited her refined social skills. Earn’s brother, on the other hand, had drawn attention from a different crowd. Engaged in discussions about martial affairs, he entertained a group of older men—some of whom eagerly showed him photos of their daughters, clearly intrigued by the young man’s striking features. Meanwhile, Earn and her father were engaged in deep conversation with a cluster of investors, who appeared genuinely interested in the elder Sehtratapanong’s business ventures.

As for Earn herself, she was, as always, flawless. Every movement she made exuded confidence and elegance, and her presence was impossible to ignore. She navigated the room with natural poise, captivating both aristocrats and businessmen alike with her effortless charm and intelligence. Even seasoned investors, accustomed to dealing with powerful figures, found themselves impressed by her wit and composure.

It was at this moment that Fahlada’s father noticed something curious—his daughter, standing across the room, completely transfixed by Earn. He followed her gaze and immediately understood. Earn was radiant, graceful in a way that demanded attention. And Fahlada, despite her usual discipline and composure, had momentarily forgotten herself. The brunette quickly snapped out of her daze, blinking as if to shake off whatever spell Earn had unknowingly cast over her. Her father, ever observant, said nothing, but the glint of amusement in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. Heat crept up her neck, but she smoothed her expression, silently scolding herself for getting distracted. She had responsibilities tonight—her family’s reputation, her own standing in this world, all of it depended on how she carried herself.

Still, her gaze found its way back to Earn.

The blonde was now mid-conversation with a pair of seasoned businessmen, effortlessly weaving through financial jargon with a confidence that belied her youth. Fahlada wasn’t surprised—she had always known Earn was capable, but to see her command such attention in this setting was something else entirely. She was more than just beautiful; she was formidable.

A soft voice pulled Fahlada from her thoughts.

“You seem quite taken with her.”

It was her mother, with two glasses of the strawberry champagne the older woman loved much. Elegant as ever, she stood beside her daughter, offering her the drink between her hands. Her expression was pleasant, but there was something in the way she looked at Fahlada—something knowing. The brunette forced a small laugh, shaking her head. “She’s just impressive, mom. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
Her mother hummed, taking a slow sip of her drink before replying. “Yes. And yet, it’s rare to see you look at someone like that. You love her much and it shows.”

Fahlada blushed, but before she could form a response, the music shifted. The orchestra, stationed near the grand staircase, transitioned into a waltz—a subtle cue that the evening was entering its next phase. The dance floor, which had been relatively empty up until now, began to fill with elegantly dressed couples. It was at this exact time her father came to her with alert in his eyes. Fahlada’s heart lurched at the sight of her old man’s expression—serious, tense, his usual composure cracked just enough to set off alarm bells in her mind. She didn’t hesitate, she didn’t ask questions, didn’t linger. She simply followed him.

The warmth of the ballroom, the music, the murmurs of admiration—all of it faded into the background as she trailed after him, weaving through the elegantly dressed guests. Her father led her through a side door, away from the glittering chandeliers and flowing champagne, down a quieter corridor where the sounds of the gala dimmed. Only once they were alone did he turn to her, his sharp gaze searching her face as if gauging how much he should say.

“There’s been an incident,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Outside.”Fahlada tilted her head, confusion flickering across her face. An incident? Ten minutes ago, she had personally checked the surveillance cameras and spoken with the security guards—what could have possibly happened in such a short time? She frowned at her father, still uncertain. “An incident?” she echoed, needing confirmation.

“Someone broke in.”

Her eyes widened in shock. How? She had given the guards strict instructions: No invitation, no entry. She had even provided a detailed guest list, along with a list of people who were explicitly unwelcome. Before she could process further, two security guards appeared, gripping a woman tightly by the arms. Fahlada and her father stood frozen, stunned by the sight before them.

“What the—” Fahlada whispered, still struggling to make sense of the situation.

The woman was dressed in an elegant red gown, adorned with expensive jewelry that glimmered under the lights. But it was her expression that stood out the most—her eyes burned with shame and fury. “So this is how you’re going to treat me?” she spat, venom lacing her words. “Our families were allies—friends—and you’re going to throw all of that away because of a bratty little girl?”
Fahlada sighed as her father rubbed his temples, clearly exasperated.

“Let go of her,” she ordered. “I’ll handle it.”

The guards hesitated but obeyed, stepping back. Ratee’s fierce gaze followed them as they retreated, her rage barely contained. When Ratee turned her gaze back to Fahlada, it was noticeably softer than before. “I knew you wouldn’t let them embarrass me,” she cooed, her voice dripping with honey, making Fahlada rolled her eyes. “I know it’s not you, darling. It’s that obnoxious girl,” Ratee continued, trying to reach out Fahlada’s hands. But the brunette wasn’t having any of it. Not tonight. It was her first gala as an organizer, and she refused to let anyone ruin it.

“Why are you here?” she asked, her tone sharp with irritation.

Ratee let out a small, amused laugh. “You’re going to find this strange, but we never received an invitation. And I know you—”

“Ratee.” Fahlada cut her off, her patience razor-thin. “I didn’t invite you. Or any of your relatives.”She gestured toward the exit. “Please leave.”Ratee’s gaze darkened, but Fahlada didn’t waver. She held her ground, silently daring the other girl and her father to leave. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, their silent standoff stretching on.

Neither of them noticed the quiet presence of Earn and her father entering the room.

“So this is how it is now?” Ratee let out a low, humorless chuckle. “You’re throwing me out because of your little date?”

Fahlada felt her blood pressure spike.

“But let me tell you something.” Ratee’s voice dipped, her tone laced with venom. “She’s manipulating you. They are. And when they’re done using you, when they have nothing left to gain—” she took a step closer, her lips curling into a smirk —“you’ll come crawling back to me.”

That was the last straw.

Fahlada stepped forward, her posture composed, her gaze as calm as ever—but there was an unmistakable power behind it, something sharp and unwavering. Ratee flinched, her bravado faltering for the first time. Even Fahlada’s father, usually unreadable, widened his eyes at this side of his daughter.

“I warned you last time,” Fahlada said, her voice quiet but firm. “But you didn’t listen. You just had to come here and disrespect her—to my face.” She tilted her head slightly, eyes locked onto Ratee’s. “And I thought I was pretty clear.”

Her voice sharpened.

“I will not allow anyone under my roof to speak down on her, to disrespect her name or her family.” She let the words hang in the air, thick with finality. “And trust me, I will make sure to ruin—to tear down—anyone who dares to try.”Fahlada took another step closer, her presence suffocating. “So starting now,” she continued, “you can start thinking of her as the madam of this house. You can even start addressing her as such.”
Fahlada paused, watching with satisfaction as the girl in front of her lowered her gaze, finally subdued.

“And also,” she continued, her voice unwavering, “you are no longer allowed to set foot in any of this family’s buildings, events, or—”

“Lada,” Earn’s voice interrupted gently.

A warm hand caught hers, fingers intertwining, and just like that, the storm inside her settled. The brunette turned sharply, her hardened expression softening the instant she met Earn’s eyes. Only then did she realize they weren’t alone. Standing just behind Earn was her father, watching with a knowing grin. Fahlada’s eyes flickered with concern. “What are you doing here, love?” she asked, her voice much lighter now.

“I was looking for you,” Earn admitted, a playful pout on her lips. “To dance, you know. And when I couldn’t find you, I asked Dad to help me.”
The brunette flushed, like a child caught red-handed. “But it looks like there’s been a lot more action happening here,” Earn teased, raising an eyebrow. Fahlada tightened her jaw. “She was just about to leave,” she said firmly, her eyes locking onto Ratee once more, her expression unwavering. Earn took in the scene before her—Ratee, dressed to perfection, standing rigid, her glare sharp with hatred… but there was something else there too, something Earn couldn’t quite place.

And then, unexpectedly, she spoke.

“If she wants to stay, she can. No?”

Both Fahlada and her father snapped their heads toward her, eyes widening in disbelief. As for Ratee, she lifted her chin, her piercing stare now redirected toward Earn, as if she had just grown another head. “W-what?” Fahlada stammered, caught completely off guard. Earn squeezed her hand, tilting her head slightly. “Look, baby… she got all dressed up for tonight. She prepared for this. Let her in, please?”

She gave Fahlada a look—that look—the one she knew she could never resist.
The brunette’s resolve wavered, her lips parting as if to protest, but nothing came out. Fahlada exhaled slowly before speaking, her voice steady, unwavering.

“From now on, every decision concerning you or your family is tied to her.” She tilted her head slightly, watching Ratee with calculated precision. “So you’d better be careful—because if one day, she asks me to end your family business… or even you—I will.”

A heavy silence settled between them.

Fahlada searched Ratee’s eyes for any sign of defiance, any flicker of resistance. But for once, the other girl said nothing. Satisfied, she turned to the guards. “Let her in through the main entrance.”Without another word, they obeyed, escorting Ratee toward the grand doors. She didn’t look back, but her stiff posture betrayed the emotions simmering beneath the surface.

The moment the doors closed behind her, a sudden clap echoed through the room.

“Well, now I’m certain my little girl will be safe with you,” Earn’s father declared, his voice rich with approval. “You’re a real situation dealer!”Fahlada blinked, momentarily thrown by the unexpected praise. “My princess brought a capable lady into this family!” he added with a proud grin, looking at Earn.
The blonde beamed, squeezing Fahlada’s arm. “Told you she was amazing.”Fahlada, still processing everything, let out a breath and shook her head. “I swear, you two are too much.”Earn laughed, and for the first time that evening, Fahlada felt the tension finally begin to lift. Her father gave her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before offering her a compliment of his own.
“I’m going to head back to the main event. The guests will start questioning our absence if we linger too long,” the man said.
Earn’s father nodded in agreement and moved to follow him.

“Lada and I need to talk for a bit first,” Earn interjected, making the brunette’s eyes widen in alert. “We won’t be too long,” she reassured the two older men, who simply nodded before walking away, leaving the two alone.
As soon as the door closed, Earn stepped closer, wrapping her arms around Fahlada’s shoulders with a cocky expression. The older woman arched a brow. “What do you want to talk about?” the brunette asked, a smug look playing on her lips. “Oh, nothing in particular,” Earn responded, adjusting her hold around Fahlada and pulling her closer. “It’s just that my girlfriend is looking a little too hot right now, and I’d rather not give the guests the chance to enjoy the view as much as I do.”Fahlada let out a soft chuckle, tilting her head as she placed her hands on Earn’s waist. “Oh? And what exactly do you plan to do about it?” she teased, her voice laced with amusement.
Earn smirked, pretending to think for a moment before leaning in just enough for their noses to brush. “Hmm… I could keep you all to myself for a little while longer,” she murmured.
The brunette smiled before brushing her lips lightly against her girlfriend’s, teasing but not quite closing the gap. “But sharing is a good thing, isn’t it, love?” she asked in a playful tone, her breath warm against Earn’s lips. Earn let out a quiet hum, her hands tightening around Fahlada’s shoulder. “Not when it comes to you,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly as if considering her next move. “I don’t play well with others.” Fahlada chuckled, the sound soft and knowing. “Is that so?” she whispered, leaning in just enough for their lips to barely touch—only to pull away at the last second.
Earn exhaled sharply, narrowing her eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

Suddenly, Fahlada’s eyes darkened, a shift so subtle yet powerful that it sent a shiver down Earn’s spine. “Just like you earlier,” the brunette murmured, her voice low and dripping with mischief. “You seemed to enjoy it too, no?” Earn felt her pulse quicken, heat creeping up her neck as she struggled to form a response. “I-I, it was not—”
Fahlada tilted her head, her smirk deepening. “Should I show you what it really means to take care of one’s responsibilities, love?”

The way she said it—slow, deliberate—made Earn’s breath hitch. Her usual cocky demeanor faltered, and for once, she found herself caught off guard. Fahlada took a step closer, her fingers tracing a slow path down Earn’s arm. “What’s wrong?” she teased. “You always have something clever to say… but now?” Earn swallowed hard, her body instinctively leaning into Fahlada’s touch despite the battle waging in her mind.

"You didn't seem to care about the state you left me in earlier," Fahlada murmured, her voice low and smooth as she pressed Earn against the nearby wall, hands firm on her waist. The sudden shift made Earn gasp softly, her bare back meeting the cool surface.
The contrast between the cold wall and Fahlada's warmth sent a shiver down her spine, making her arch unconsciously. Her head swam, caught between the heat of Fahlada's body and the sharp chill behind her.
Fahlada smirked, leaning in until their lips were mere inches apart. "But now that the roles are reversed... you're feeling it, aren't you?" she whispered, her fingers tightening around Earn's waist, keeping her in place.
Earn's breath hitched. She wanted to bite back with a sharp remark, but the words tangled in her throat. Fahlada's presence was overwhelming, her scent, her warmth
-everything pulling Earn deeper into the moment.
Fahlada's lips barely grazed Earn's jaw as she continued, "Answer me , love... use your mouth."
A fresh wave of heat coursed through Earn, her fingers instinctively gripping Fahlada's arms. "I-"

But before she could utter a single word, Fahlada's lips were on hers, stealing whatever response she had planned.
The kiss was firm, deliberate-demanding Earn's full attention. A soft gasp escaped her, but Fahlada didn't give her a chance to recover. Instead, she deepened the kiss, pressing Earn further against the wall, her fingers tightening around her waist.
Earn's mind went blank, the coolness of the wall behind her a stark contrast to the heat pooling in her chest. She gripped Fahlada's arms instinctively, torn between
surrendering to the moment and regaining the control she had so confidently wielded earlier.

Fahlada smirked against her lips, sensing the internal struggle. "What was that, love?" she murmured, barely pulling away.
"You were about to say something?"

As Earn parted her lips to speak, Fahlada stole the moment again, claiming her mouth in a deep, consuming kiss. She moved with purpose, her tongue sweeping over every corner, tasting the lingering sweetness of the strawberry champagne Earn had sipped earlier.
Earn's legs weakened under the heat of it, her body melting into the older woman's hold. If it weren't for Fahlada and the firm support of the wall behind her, she knew she would have crumpled to the floor.
But Fahlada wasn't done. As if sensing just how much power she held in that moment, she pressed her thigh firmly between Earn's legs, eliciting a sharp, needy moan from the blonde.

Earn's fingers clawed at Fahlada's shoulders, desperate for something to ground herself, but the sensation was overwhelming-too much and not enough
all at once.
Fahlada smirked against her lips, her voice low and teasing. "You're shaking, love."
Earn could barely catch her breath, her pulse hammering wildly. "You-" she tried, but her words dissolved into another gasp as Fahlada shifted her thigh just slightly,
adding more pressure, making Earn bite her lips to suppress whatever sounds her mouth was going to produce.

If Earn thought it was already too much, she was sorely mistaken-Fahlada wasn't done with her.
Without warning, the older woman captured her lips again, deepening the kiss as if she had all the time in the world. Her thigh remained pressed firmly between Earn's legs, teasing, taunting, giving just enough friction to make the blonde's breath hitch.
The moment she felt Earn's hips start to move, desperate for more, Fahlada's hands slid down and gripped them tightly, stopping all motion in an instant.
Earn let out a frustrated moan, her body trembling from the sudden denial.
"Fahlada..." she whined, her voice breathy, almost pleading.

Fahlada smirked against her lips, her grip firm as she held Earn still. "Tsk, tsk," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "So impatient, love."
Earn's fingers dug into Fahlada's arms, her frustration mounting. "You can't just-"
"Oh, but I can," Fahlada interrupted smoothly, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the corner of Earn's mouth before pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.
"And I will."

Fahlada smirked, her fingers delicately tucking a blonde lock behind Earn's ear, the touch almost tender against the heat of the moment. "All the things I want to do to you right now, ever since this afternoon," she purred, her voice low, thick with promise.
She leaned in, her lips brushing just beside Earn's ear, her breath warm and teasing. As her hands moved to rest lightly on the blonde's throat, she squeezed just enough to make Earn's eyes flutter shut in a wave of pleasure.
Earn's pulse quickened, a soft moan escaping her lips as she tried to steady herself against the wall, but the pressure of Fahlada's hands left her weak in the knees, dizzy with sensation.

Earn's body trembled, her breathing ragged as she tried to focus on the words but found herself losing grip on everything but the way Fahlada's touch made her feel.
"Baby..." she gasped, barely able to form a sentence.
But Fahlada only smiled, enjoying the way her control left Earn at a loss for words.
"You like that, don't you?" she murmured, her hands loosening, but keeping that delicious pressure that made everything else seem distant.
Earn's eyes darkened with need, a breathless smile tugging at her lips. "You're killing me, you know that?"
Fahlada leaned in once more, brushing her lips against Earn's in a teasing kiss before pulling away just enough to keep the tension alive. "You're still standing, so l don't think I'm doing my job right," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.
Earn's head was spinning, the mixture of pleasure and frustration almost too much to handle. She wanted more-needed more.

Without warning, Fahlada's hands slid down, her fingers tracing the slit of Earn's dress, slowly working their way up her thighs. The blonde gasped at the sudden movement, her body instinctively leaning into the touch, her skin already tingling under Fahlada's teasing caress.
Fahlada chuckled softly, her eyes flickering with amusement as she watched Earn's reaction, a mix of desire and vulnerability. "I do love seeing you like this," she whispered, her voice rough with longing. “It will be so easy love, so easy to take you here.” She growled. The blonde couldn’t help but moan, feeling all of self control slipping away.

The older woman didn't give Earn a chance to recover, her lips moving to the soft curve of her neck. She placed open, lingering kisses along the sensitive skin, the warm press of her lips sending shivers through Earn's body. Each kiss was slow, deliberate, an addition to the overwhelming sensations that had Earn trembling against the wall.
Earn's breath caught in her throat, her hands desperately clutching at Fahlada's shoulders for balance. Her knees were weak, her mind clouded with desire. Every soft kiss, every touch of Fahlada's hands against her skin, seemed to unravel her more.

Fahlada smiled against her neck, her hands shifting higher, fingertips skimming the edge of the fabric, inching toward forbidden territory. "So easy to undo," she murmured, the heat of her words making Earn's pulse race even taster. “So easy to make you scream my name.”
Earn let out a shaky breath, her voice barely a whisper. "You-"
Fahlada didn't let her finish, her lips grazing Earn's ear. "I'm not done," she murmured, her tone dark and playful, before trailing lower, getting on her knees.
"Baby, wait-" Earn gasped, her breath hitching, but it was already too late.
Fahlada's fingers found the slit of her dress, sliding the fabric aside with ease, revealing just how undone her girlfriend already was.
Fahlada's eyes darkened as a smirk curled on her lips. "You're soaked," she mocked, voice dripping with amusement.
Earn's cheeks burned as she instinctively tried to press her thighs together, but Fahlada was quicker-her firm grip kept them apart, her gaze filled with wicked intent.

Just when Earn thought she couldn't take any more of the teasing, Fahlada's lips found the sensitive skin between her thighs, pressing soft, lingering kisses that sent shivers up her spine. A whimper escaped her as her hips bucked
instinctively, seeking more-more friction, more contact, more of her.
Fahlada chuckled against the damp fabric, her warm breath making Earn shudder.
"Needy much, love?" she murmured, teasingly.
Earn's fingers tangled in Fahlada's hair, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
"You're the worst," she managed, but the way her body responded to every touch, every kiss, told a different story. Fahlada hummed in satisfaction, nipping lightly at Earn's inner thigh before pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. "Oh, darling," she purred, eyes dark with intent. "We're only getting started."

Earn's breath hitched, her fingers tightening in Fahlada's hair as a fresh wave of heat surged through her. She could feel Fahlada's smirk against her skin, the deliberate slowness of her kisses driving her insane.
"Baby..." she whimpered, barely recognizing her own voice-desperate, needy, completely at her mercy.
Fahlada hummed in response, dragging her lips up, letting her teeth scrape teasingly against the sensitive skin of Earn's inner thigh. "What is it, love?" she murmured, pressing another kiss higher this time, just close enough to make Earn tremble but still withholding what she craved. "Use your words." Earn groaned in frustration, tugging at her girlfriend's hair in a silent plea. Fahlada only chuckled, amused by her impatience.
"So desperate for me," she mused, her tongue tracing the edge of Earn's underwear. "I love it."

She suddenly took the fabric between her teeth, dragging it down agonizingly slow, her eyes never leaving Earn's flushed face. But she didn’t took it out completely, she toyed with it hitting some sensitive nerves. The way her girlfriend trembled, struggling to steady herself, only fueled Fahlada's satisfaction.
Just as Earn sucked in a shaky breath, Fahlada pressed her nose against her center, applying just enough pressure to send a sharp jolt through her.
Earn let out a broken moan, her head falling back as her fingers gripped the sheets for support. Her mind blurred, thoughts slipping away as pleasure overtook her.
Fahlada smirked, her breath warm against Earn's bare skin. "Already losing yourself, love?" she teased, voice thick with amusement.

This time, Fahlada hooked her fingers into Earn's underwear and dragged it down
fully, the slow, deliberate motion making Earn whimper at the sudden exposure.
Fahlada's breath caught as she took in the sight before her, eyes darkening with raw desire. The sheer vulnerability, the way Earn's body responded to her so effortlessly-it sent a low, needy moan tumbling from her lips.
"Oh, love," she murmured, voice slightly unsteady, her fingers trailing possessively over Earn's trembling thighs. "You're so ready for me." She said watching her need dripping out of her.
Earn's breath hitched, her body taut with anticipation. Fahlada leaned in, pressing a kiss dangerously close to where she ached for her most.

The blonde was on the verge of tears, her body trembling with frustration and unbearable need. If Fahlada didn't do something right now, she was going to lose her mind.
"I swear, Fahlada-" Earn's voice came out broken, thick with desperation, her fingers twitching on her girlfriend hair.
But she never got the chance to finish her sentence. In an instant, Fahlada's mouth was on her skin, licking, sucking, drinking in every drop of her who’s leaked between her thighs. The sudden sensation ripped a choked moan from Earn's lips, her back arching off the wall as pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave.
Fahlada groaned against her, gripping Earn's thighs to keep her still. "C’mon, love," she murmured between strokes of her tongue, completely lost in the taste of her. "Let me hear you."
Earn was a mess, Fahlada was putting her on the edge making her moan her name without touching her where she needed the most. Fahlada's teeth grazed Earn's soft skin as she made her way higher, nipping and teasing, leaving a trail of barely-there bites that had the blonde trembling beneath her.
She stopped just before Earn's aching center, her lips curling into a smirk before she blew lightly against the heat of her.
"Y-you-" Earn tried, but her voice broke into a sharp gasp as Fahlada's tongue traced the very edge of her ball of nerves, never quite giving her what she needed.
"Lada-" she moaned, her hips lifting instinctively, desperate for more. Fahlada chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating against Earn's skin, sending another wave of shivers through her.
"Hmm? What was that, love?" she murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just beside where Earn wanted her most.
"Don't-don't-y-you can't—" Earn stammered between whimpers, her thighs trembling in frustration.
Fahlada's grin widened at how utterly wrecked her girlfriend already was. "That's too bad," she mused wickedly, sinking her teeth into the sensitive flesh of Earn's thigh once more, enjoying the way the blonde's body jolted in response. "Wh-what-" Earn barely managed before, suddenly, everything stopped. Fahlada pulled away entirely, taking Earn's soaked underwear between her fingers as
she casually smoothed back her hair, her expression deceptively innocent.
"We have a gala going on," she said sweetly, as if she hadn't just reduced her girlfriend to a desperate, trembling mess.
"We can't leave our guests alone, right, love?"
Earn's breath caught in her throat as she processed what was happening. Her body still throbbed with unmet need, her mind spinning from the cruel, deliberate way
Fahlada had wound her up only to leave her hanging.
She wanted to scream. Or cry. Or pin Fahlada against the wall and make her pay for this. Instead, she glared up at her with barely restrained frustration, her voice shaking. "Fahlada, if you don't-" Earn started, but the brunette only smiled, teasing and unreadable, as she closed the distance between them again.
Soft fingers traced over Earn's cheek, a touch so tender it contradicted the sheer
cruelty of what she had just done. Before Earn could react, Fahlada kissed her-deep, slow, leaving no room for protest. It was intoxicating, but frustratingly fleeting, over before Earn could properly respond.
"You're so pretty like this," Fahlada murmured against her lips, her voice warm with amusement and something softer, something deeper. She nudged their noses together, her breath mingling with Earn's.
"It's crazy how much I love you." Earn barely had time to process the shift in tone before Fahlada stepped away. With one last lingering caress, she turned toward the door, a cocky grin playing on her lips-but her eyes, despite their mischief, held nothing but love.
"And be careful," she called over her shoulder, wiggling the damp fabric between her fingers. "You wouldn't want everyone to notice you're walking around without these."
Earn's eyes widened as Fahlada tucked her underwear into her pocket and disappeared through the door, leaving her alone in the aftermath of her torment.
The state she left Earn in was the worst.

Panting, trembling against the wall, arousal still slick between her thighs, and completely bare beneath her dress-Earn had never felt so undone.
Fahlada had warned her earlier, but this— leaving her to deal with it alone-was pure evil.
Earn forced herself to stand upright, but her legs refused to cooperate, still shaky, still sensitive from everything her girlfriend had put her through. Every movement sent a fresh spark of need coursing through her, her body hyperaware of the emptiness where Fahlada should have been.
She sucked in a deep breath, pressing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to regain control.

The blonde took a few shaky breaths, pressing her palms against the wall to steady herself. The faint hum of music from the gala filtered through the door, a cruel reminder that she had to compose herself now—even though every inch of her body ached with frustration. She swallowed hard, running her hands down the fabric of her dress, trying to ignore how sensitive she felt. Every step she took sent a fresh jolt of sensation through her, making her bite her lip to keep from making a sound.
Squaring her shoulders, Earn took one last deep breath and stepped out of the room.
The warm glow of chandeliers and the quiet murmur of conversation washed over her as she re-entered the gala. Smiling guests, the clinking of champagne glasses, the elegant sway of evening gowns—all of it was perfectly composed. Meanwhile, Earn felt like a mess.
And she did felt like that during all of the gala, Fahlada stood near a group of elegantly dressed guests, effortlessly charming as always. Her laughter was light, her expression composed-completely unaffected. But Earn knew better.
Their eyes met across the room.
Fahlada's smirk deepened just slightly, her gaze flickering downward for the briefest second-just enough to remind Earn of her predicament. No underwear. Still aching.
Still hers.
Earn clenched her jaw.
With a slow, deliberate stride, she approached, her hips swaying just a little more than usual. Fahlada's eyes darkened ever so slightly, but she held her
composure. Earn didn't stop until she was right beside her, brushing against Fahlada's arm as if by accident. She smiled at the guests, slipping effortlessly into the conversation as though she weren't plotting revenge in real-time. Her laughter blended seamlessly with the chatter around them, a practiced charm masking the tension beneath the surface.

Then, just as Fahlada took a sip from her champagne flute, Earn’s mother happily squeezed her arm and congratulated her.
“It’s impressive, dear! I’m proud of all the work you’ve done!” Fahlada blushed at the compliment, smiling politely. Earn’s mother beamed, turning to her daughter with an approving nod.
“Beautiful and hardworking—my daughter has good taste,” she chirped, gently nudging the two women closer together before turning to chat with another guest nearby.
Earn took the opportunity to loop her arms around Fahlada, pulling her close — close enough to feel the warmth of the blonde against her.
Fahlada’s expression stayed unfazed, but her body lan said otherwise, fingers twitched against the fabric of Earn’s dress, her breath uneven as she tried to find something—anything—to ground herself. The state of her girlfriend was making her crazy, but she didn’t want to gave her what she wanted, not yet. Earn was too close, too warm, her presence overwhelming in the best and worst ways.
“Careful love, you’re not in a good position” Fahlada murmured, forcing herself to keep her expression composed, still smiling at the woman in front of her, even as her pulse betrayed her. Earn chuckled, the sound low and rich, meant only for her. “Do you want me to remember you your actual state?”
Fahlada whispered, narrowed her eyes, tilting her head just slightly so their faces were inches apart.

Earn’s smirk faltered—just for a second—but Fahlada caught it.

Encouraged, she let her fingers ghost over the small of Earn’s back, barely a touch, but enough to make the other woman inhale sharply. She smiled, slow and knowing. “Not so smug now, are you?” she whispered.
Earn’s grip on her waist tightened, as if to remind her who had started this little game. “Oh, baby,” she murmured, her voice huskier now, “I don’t mind playing with fire.”Before Fahlada could think of a retort, Earn’s mother suddenly clapped her hands together, startling them both.
“Oh! I just realized—I never asked when the wedding will be!”

Fahlada choked on air. “Wh-what?”

Earn’s laughter bubbled up immediately, her forehead dropping against Fahlada’s shoulder as she shook with amusement.
“Mom,” she said between laughs, “you’re getting ahead of yourself.”
Fahlada, still stunned, turned toward Earn’s mother, whose face was full of innocent delight. “I just assumed, given the way you two are glued together…”
Earn finally straightened, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she looked down at Fahlada. “Well,” she said playfully, “should we set a date?”Fahlada groaned, burying her face in her hands, while Earn only grinned, delighted by the way her teasing had finally unraveled her.

The night was winding down, but the energy in the ballroom remained as lively as ever. The band had shifted to a slower tune, the kind that invited couples onto the dance floor, where soft candlelight flickered against polished marble.
Earn felt the warmth of Fahlada’s hand in hers before she even realized what was happening.

“Come dance with me,” Fahlada murmured, her voice softer now, missing its usual sharp edge. Earn blinked, surprised. “You want to dance?”Fahlada smiled with her eyes, smirking. “Well, you did wanted to dance, before I-”
Earn putted a hand on her girlfriend mouth, blushing of what happened a few minutes ago behind the back door.
“Do not.” She warned lowly, making her girlfriend chuckle before taking her hands between hers.
Fahlada led them onto the dance floor, their movements effortless as they melted into the sway of the music.Fahlada’s hands settled at Earn’s waist, pulling her close, while Earn looped her arms around
Fahlada’s shoulders.

It was just them, and the slow tunes the orchestra played.

Earn rested her head against Fahlada’s shoulder, her breath warm against her neck. “You’re so mean, you know that?” she murmured. The brunette smiled, pressing a light kiss to her temple. “And yet, you love me anyway.”

Earn sighed, pouting. “I hope you’re gonna make it up real good, for the state you put me on” she whispered, while biting the neck of her lover. Fahlada chuckled, twirling them gently. “I’m a responsible lady,”The older hummed, tracing absentminded the bare back of Earn, making her shiver. “I’ll take care of you, love”The admission made Earn’s heart skip. She tightened her hold, nuzzling into Fahlada’s hair.

For all their banter, for all the ways they pushed each other buttons since the evening, this—this was them. No walls. No teasing. Just the undeniable truth between them.
As the song neared its end, Fahlada dipped Earn playfully, earning a soft gasp before pulling her back up. Earn shook her head, laughing, eyes bright with something Fahlada could only describe as love.

“I’m in love with you,” Earn whispered, her fingers sliding into Fahlada’s hair. “I love you dearly” Fahlada murmured in return. The brunette hesitated for only a second before leaning in, she wasn’t the type to do PDA in public, but she needed right now to shower up her girlfriend with affection. She pressed the softest, sweetest kiss to Earn’s lips.

The blonde melted.

When they pulled apart, Fahlada smiled softly, caressing the cheeks of her lover. “I do want to marry you one day.”Earn grinned. “Good. Because I already have a few ideas for the wedding.” Fahlada chuckled shaking her head “I’m sure you do,” she said kissing the forehead of her girlfriend, as Earn only laughed, twirling them into another dance.

As they danced and laughed together, the two lovers didn’t notice the heavy gaze upon them.
In the corner of the room, Ratee stood, swearing under her breath. Her eyes remained locked on them as she murmured, “Sanithada… I’ll end you—you and your family.”

The gala night was a resounding success. Fahlada was immensely proud of herself, and so were her parents. They had no doubt now—she was more than capable of managing the family hospitals and businesses.

The guests were thoroughly impressed with the event’s outcome, and many were excited about the new perspectives the brunette had introduced. Conversations buzzed with enthusiasm, and the atmosphere was filled with promise for the future. As the last guests trickled out and the housekeepers began tidying up, Fahlada, her father, and Earn’s father gathered in one of the private cabinets for a more serious discussion. “So, this is what my agent and lawyer reported to me,” Fahlada murmured, running a hand through her dark hair as she watched the two men scan the file she had just handed them. Their eyes widened in shock. It was late, but the weight of the information before them erased any trace of fatigue.

“So, you already knew that—” her father started, his voice laced with disbelief.

“That Ratee was planning to crash the gala? Yeah,” Fahlada nodded, her tone calm but firm. “As soon as I heard whispers about her family fuming over not getting an invitation, I had a bad feeling. I reached out to an agent to make sure nothing serious was brewing.”
Earn’s father frowned as he reached the last page of the document, his fingers tightening around it. He still couldn’t believe what he was reading. “But things escalated way beyond what I expected,” Fahlada continued. “It got bad enough that I had to involve our lawyer too. Sorry, Dad.”

“Oh, no need to apologize, dear,” her father reassured her, gently stroking her arm. “You handled it well.” Fahlada offered a small smile before turning to Earn’s father. Her expression was serious now, her voice unwavering. “In the interest of your family and your business, I’ve devised a plan. But I must warn you—some pots are going to break. For both our families. Unfortunately, this is the best outcome I could come up with.”

Earn’s father leaned back in his chair, exhaling sharply. He tapped his fingers against the armrest, processing Fahlada’s words.

“How bad are we talking?” he finally asked, his voice low.

Fahlada didn’t hesitate. “Ratee and her family are already on thin ice financially. Their reputation is holding on by a thread, and if we move forward with this, that thread will snap.” She glanced between the two men. “They won’t recover from it.”

Earn’s father let out a long breath. He wasn’t a man who shied away from tough decisions, but this… this wasn’t just business. It was personal.

“And what about retaliation?” her father asked, ever the strategist. “You know they won’t go down quietly.”

Fahlada crossed her legs, looking composed but sharp. “I’ve accounted for that. If they try anything, we’ll be ready.” She placed another document on the table and slid it toward them. “This outlines our response plan. It’s clean, legal, and ensures minimal damage on our side.”

Earn’s father hesitated before reaching for the paper. He skimmed through it, his expression unreadable. “You’ve thought of everything,” he murmured. The brunette met his gaze. “I had to.”A tense silence filled the room. The weight of what they were about to do wasn’t lost on any of them.

Finally, her father nodded. “Then let’s do it.”

Earn’s father closed the file and sat back. “Let’s just hope we don’t regret this.” Fahlada smiled, though there was no warmth in it. “If they had played fair, none of this would’ve been necessary.”

At that moment, a soft knock on the door interrupted their conversation, making all three heads turn curiously toward the sound. Fahlada rose from her seat and walked over, opening the door to find her girlfriend standing there, still dressed in her elegant gown, arms crossed over her chest. Her expression was unreadable, but the sharpness in her eyes told Fahlada that she had something on her mind.
“You have exactly two minutes to be in our bedroom, and ‘take care of your responsibilities’ before I’ll make you regret.”

Fahlada barely had time to process the low, sultry whisper before a shiver ran down her spine. Her girlfriend’s lips curved into a teasing smirk, knowing exactly the effect she had on her. Then, in a complete shift of tone, the blonde straightened up and chirped sweetly, “Good night, Papa! I love you so much!”
Her voice was bright, innocent—almost too innocent—as she threw a charming smile at the two men still seated inside the room. Fahlada swallowed hard, gripping the doorknob a little tighter. She was in trouble.

Fahlada kept her posture composed, but inside, she was spiraling. Earn had a talent for turning her world upside down with just a few words, and right now, she was doing it effortlessly.

Earn’s father chuckled at his daughter sweet farewell. “Good night, dear. Sleep well.”He said, smiling softly as Earn spun on her heel and strolled away.

Fahlada exhaled discreetly before turning back to the men. “I think we’ve covered enough for tonight,” she said, doing her best to keep her voice steady. “I’ll send you in two days the rest of the files.”
Her father waved her off, already refocusing on the documents. “Go, get some rest.”

Rest. Right. That wasn’t exactly what was waiting for her upstairs. She stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her, only to find Earn leaning casually against the hallway wall, arms still crossed, waiting.
“Two minutes,” the blonde reminded her, tilting her head. “And you already wasted one.”Fahlada let out a small laugh, shaking her head as she reached for Earn’s wrist, pulling her toward their bedroom. “You’re impatient that much love?”

“And it’s because of who?”

Fahlada didn’t respond. Instead, she quietly pushed the door open, stepping inside before making sure to lock it behind them. The soft click of the lock barely echoed before she turned around—only to be met with the sight of Earn’s dress pooling at her feet. The blonde stood there, completely unbothered, watching Fahlada with a mix of amusement and expectation. “You took too long,” she murmured, her voice laced with playful impatience.

Fahlada swallowed, her pulse quickening. Earn always knew how to keep her on her toes, how to unravel the composed businesswoman everyone else saw. “Well,” Fahlada said, voice lower now as she took a slow step forward, “I guess I’ll have to make up for lost time.”Earn smirked, tilting her chin up. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow over the tangled sheets. Fahlada stirred first, her body protesting as she stretched, muscles deliciously sore. She turned her head slightly, taking in the sight beside her—Earn, still asleep, dark lashes resting against her cheeks, lips slightly parted in a way that made Fahlada’s stomach tighten.

For a moment, she just watched. Last night still clung to her skin—a mix of heat, whispered confessions, and laughter muffled by soft pillows. Fahlada felt her heartbeat quicken the longer she stared at her girlfriend. To her, Earn was the prettiest like this—sleeping, at peace. She was the one person who unraveled Fahlada without even trying.

Earn shifted, sighing as she blinked awake. Her gaze found Fahlada instantly, and a slow, knowing smile curved her lips. “You’re staring.”

Fahlada smirked, tracing a fingertip along Earn’s bare shoulder. “Just making up for lost time.”Earn chuckled, rolling onto her side, her fingers ghosting over Fahlada’s waist. “You promised me today would be just us.”
Fahlada smiled, letting her fingers trace a more dangerous path along Earn’s skin. “I did.”Fahlada leaned in, brushing her lips lazily over Earn’s, her voice still thick with sleep. “Mm-hmm. I’m not done with you yet.”
And just like that, Earn knew—they weren’t getting up anytime soon.

As much as they enjoyed mornings like this, they knew they couldn’t extend it—especially with their families probably already downstairs, eating breakfast.

Fahlada stretched once more, this time genuinely ready to leave the bed. But Earn wasn’t moving. When the brunette turned to check on her girlfriend, she found her panting softly, trying to catch her breath, her legs still shaking. She looked utterly spent, teetering on the verge of falling back asleep. But what made Fahlada freeze wasn’t that—it was the state of Earn’s body.

Bite marks. Everywhere.

Fahlada swallowed hard, her gaze trailing over the evidence she’d left behind. It was almost embarrassingly easy to map out exactly where her mouth had been, where she had lingered, what she had done. How was Earn supposed to face her parents like this? “Oh,” Fahlada whispered, panic creeping into her voice. “I’ve screwed up. Bad.”Her mind raced for excuses. What could possibly explain this? “She—uh—she burned herself with a hair tool?”

Yeah. No one was going to believe that.

Earn groaned, shifting onto her stomach as if that would somehow make the marks disappear. “Baby,” she mumbled, voice thick with exhaustion, “why do you sound like you just ruined my life?”

Fahlada dragged a hand down her face. “Because I might have. Have you seen yourself?”

Earn peeked one eye open, then sluggishly glanced down at her shoulder. She squinted at the faint purplish-red imprint near her collarbone, then turned her head, catching sight of another on her arm. Slowly, realization dawned.

“Oh,” she said.

Fahlada gave her a look. “Oh? That’s all you have to say?”

Earn stretched like a cat, smirking even as her body protested. “I mean… it’s kinda hot.”

Fahlada groaned. “Not the point!” She grabbed the blanket and pulled it up over Earn’s shoulders as if that would somehow undo last night’s damage. “Your mom is downstairs, Earn. Your dad. They’re going to see this!”

Earn rolled onto her side, propping her head up with her hand. “So? I’ll just wear something that covers it.”Fahlada shot her a skeptical look. “Unless you own a turtleneck in the middle of summer, that’s not happening.”Earn hummed, clearly not as concerned. “Guess you’ll just have to help me sneak out and grab a hoodie.”

Fahlada blinked. “That’s your plan?”

Earn grinned. “Unless you’d rather tell my parents exactly why I look like this.”Fahlada buried her face in her hands. “I’m never surviving this breakfast.”
Earn laughed, sitting up to press a quick kiss to Fahlada’s temple. “Relax. If anyone asks, I’ll say I fell.”
Fahlada deadpanned. “Face-first into my mouth?”Earn only winked. “Accidents happen.”
And just like that, Fahlada knew—this was going to be a long morning.

“I could also tell them that my girlfriend didn’t let me sleep last night—kept me up until sunrise, only to start all over again the moment I opened my eyes,” Earn said, smirking.
She paused, tilting her head as if considering. “That could be an option, no?” Her tone was teasing, but the glint in her eyes was pure mischief.
Fahlada’s breath hitched, the heat rising to her cheeks almost instantly. “You wouldn’t.”
Earn’s smirk only widened. “Oh, I absolutely would.”

Long story short, Fahlada did survive breakfast. But she wasn’t sure she’d survive Earn. She handed her girlfriend one of her sweaters, which was long enough to hide the crime scene. Just to be safe, she also gave her a pair of joggers. “No way you’re going out in shorts—not with this,” she said, eyeing the marks she had left on her lover’s thighs.

The brunette flushed, tugging the sweater down a little more as if that would help. Earn smirked, leaning in just enough to murmur, “You’re acting like I’m completely ruined.”

“You are.” Fahlada responded without missing a beat.

The moment they stepped into the dining room, the conversation didn’t stop, but it shifted. Fahlada could feel it—subtle glances, the slight uptick in amusement in their parents’ voices, the way her mother’s gaze lingered on her for just a second too long. Earn, of course, was completely at ease. She strolled in, flashing that infuriating smirk before sliding into her seat beside Fahlada. Earn’s brother was the first to pounce. “Late morning for you two,”
He mused, stirring his hot chocolate. “Sleep well?”

Fahlada stiffened. Earn, without missing a beat, sighed dramatically. “Oh, barely,” she said, stretching her arms over her head. “I was exhausted.”

Fahlada’s entire soul left her body.

Her mother pressed her lips together, clearly fighting a smile. Her father—less amused—cleared his throat, fixing Earn with a pointed look. “I assume you two were up late talking.”Earn hummed in agreement. “Oh, there was plenty of talking.”Fahlada didn’t even think. She just kicked her under the table. Earn yelped, nearly knocking over her coffee, and Fahlada smiled sweetly as she finally picked up her spoon.

“Eat your breakfast, Earn.”Earn shot her a playful glare but obeyed. “Also,” she started “I’m taking her out today, don’t wait for us for dinner.”

Yeah, Fahlada did survive breakfast.

On the other side of the city, the morning was far more tense. Ratee’s father was already fuming, his fists slamming against his desk, nearly reducing it to splinters. “We’re taking this to the next level. I’ll destroy everything.” His voice was a low growl, thick with rage. Beads of sweat dripped down his temples, his breathing heavy and erratic. In the corner of the room, his assistant stood frozen, his hands trembling at his sides as another object crashed to the floor—a glass paperweight, now shattered into a thousand glittering shards.

“You,” the man barked, turning his fiery glare toward the young assistant. “Call my lawyers. They’ll give you an address and a number. The moment you have that information, you’ll receive further instructions. Do not fail me.”The young man swallowed hard and nodded quickly, his fear evident. But before he could even take a step, his boss roared again.

“Move!”

The assistant nearly stumbled in his rush to leave. But the moment he stepped out of the room, his demeanor shifted. He straightened his posture, smoothed his rumpled shirt, and ran a hand through his hair. Then, with a smirk, he pulled out his phone and typed a message. “Well, the boss is gonna love this one,” he murmured to himself before slipping the device back into his pocket and striding toward his office.

As the assistant walked down the long corridor, the buzz of the message being delivered vibrated in his pocket. He didn’t need to check for a reply—he already knew the response would come soon. Reaching his office, he shut the door behind him, exhaling as if shedding the fear he had displayed moments ago. He pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen. A single checkmark. Delivered but not yet read. He frowned.

Come on. Pick up the damn message.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, about to send another text, when his phone vibrated in his hand. A reply.

“Understood. Moving forward as planned. Keep him occupied.”

A slow grin spread across his face. He deleted the conversation, tucking the phone away before settling into his chair.

Back in Ratee’s father’s office, the storm continued to rage. Another chair was overturned, another file sent flying. The old man’s rage was at its peak, but through his anger, he remained blind to the truth—his orders were no longer his own. The assistant wasn’t just taking notes. He was steering the ship from the shadows.

And soon, the whole empire would belong to someone else.

A few days later, the two lovers found themselves once again at the airport. Earn was practically buzzing with excitement about their upcoming trip. She had been looking forward to this getaway for weeks, imagining the adventures they would share.

It was supposed to be a vacation, but deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t entirely one. She didn’t want to seem dramatic, but lately, she and Fahlada hadn’t had much time together. Work had been demanding, pulling Fahlada away more often than not. Earn understood—she knew her girlfriend was doing her best to make time for her, and she noticed the effort.

But she also noticed something else.

Fahlada was exhausted.

Even now, standing beside her, suitcase in hand, there was a tiredness in her eyes that no amount of makeup could hide. Her shoulders sagged ever so slightly, her movements slower than usual. Earn knew how much Fahlada wanted this trip to be special for them, but deep down, she wondered—was her girlfriend really here to relax, or was she just pushing herself even more for Earn’s sake?

As they moved through the terminal, Earn kept sneaking glances at Fahlada. She was quiet, responding to Earn’s excitement with small smiles and nods, but the usual spark in her eyes was missing.

“Are you okay?” Earn finally asked as they reached the gate.

Fahlada blinked, as if pulled from a daze. “Yeah, of course. Just a little tired.”

A little? Earn thought, but she didn’t press. Instead, she reached for Fahlada’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Fahlada squeezed back, her touch warm but fleeting, as if even that small effort required energy she barely had.

They boarded the plane, and as soon as they settled into their seats, Fahlada leaned back with a sigh, closing her eyes. Earn watched her for a moment before pulling a blanket over her lap.

“You should sleep,” she murmured.

Fahlada peeked at her, the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. “You’ll be okay if I do?”

Earn rolled her eyes playfully. “I think I’ll survive a few hours without you.”

That seemed to be all the permission Fahlada needed. Within minutes, her breathing evened out, her body relaxing in a way Earn hadn’t seen in weeks. As the plane took off, Earn stared out the window, chewing on her lip.

Her girlfriend needed rest—real rest. She needed to relax, to breathe, to finally let go of the weight she had been carrying for too long. And for the next two weeks, Earn would make sure of it.

No calls, no emails, no sudden work emergencies. No one was going to disturb Fahlada’s peace.

Mark her words.

As the plane cruised through the sky, Earn glanced at Fahlada, who was still fast asleep beside her. The tension in her face had softened, her breathing deep and steady. It was the most at ease Earn had seen her in weeks. Carefully, she adjusted the blanket over Fahlada’s shoulders, making sure she was warm. She smiled to herself. This is how it should be. For the next two weeks, Fahlada wouldn’t have to think about work, deadlines, or anything that drained her. Earn would make sure of that. She’d plan their days so they were light, carefree. No obligations. No stress. Just them, together, like it used to be.

She leaned her head against the seat, closing her eyes for a moment. But even as she imagined the perfect trip, a small voice nagged at the back of her mind.
Would Fahlada actually be able to let go? Or would she still find a way to carry her worries with her?

Earn sighed quietly. She’d deal with that if it happened. Right now, all that mattered was making sure Fahlada had every chance to rest, to heal. And no matter what, she wouldn’t let anything—or anyone—ruin that.

As soon as the plane landed, they quickly collected their luggage and caught a taxi to their hotel, the place they would call home for the next two weeks.

The resort was breathtaking—a seamless blend of ancient and modern Japan. Traditional wooden architecture stood gracefully alongside sleek, contemporary design. Delicate paper lanterns lined the stone pathways, casting a warm glow as the evening approached. In the distance, a koi pond reflected the soft light of the setting sun, while the faint sound of a bamboo water fountain added to the tranquil atmosphere.

It was perfect.

Earn walked up to the reception desk, her fingers tapping lightly against the counter as she asked for their room key. The receptionist, dressed in an elegant uniform, greeted her with a warm smile before handing over the keycard.

“Welcome. We hope you enjoy your stay,” the receptionist said politely.

With the key in hand, Earn turned to Fahlada, who was stifling a yawn. “Come on baby, let’s get you settled in.”

They took the elevator up to their floor, and the moment they stepped into their room, Earn’s eyes widened in awe. The bedroom was nothing short of spectacular. Spacious and elegantly designed, it offered a breathtaking full view of the city skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows. The twinkling lights of the city stretched endlessly before them, creating a dreamy, almost surreal atmosphere.

A luxurious king-sized bed sat in the center of the room, piled high with plush pillows and the softest-looking duvet. It looked so inviting that Earn was tempted to throw herself onto it right away.

But what truly caught her attention was the bathroom—it was like having a private spa. A large jacuzzi sat in the corner, ready to melt away any stress. A high-tech shower with customizable water settings gleamed under the soft lighting. Neatly arranged on the marble counter was an assortment of bath oils and bombs, each one promising relaxation and indulgence. Earn turned to Fahlada, grinning. “I think we just found paradise.”Fahlada, who had been quiet since they arrived, exhaled slowly as she took it all in. “Yeah,” she murmured, a small but genuine smile appearing on her lips. “I think so too.”

The blonde didn’t hesitate, taking charge the moment they stepped into the room. She grabbed their suitcases and pulled them toward the dressing area, already anticipating how her lover—ever the perfectionist—would want everything neatly arranged. It didn’t take her long to unpack, efficiently placing their belongings exactly where they belonged.

Satisfied with her work, Earn turned back toward the room—only to find Fahlada standing by the window, phone pressed to her ear, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“No, the stock management needs to be done in—”

She didn’t get the chance to finish. The moment her eyes met Earn’s, she froze.

The blonde’s stare was sharp, practically shooting daggers at her.

“Doctor? Khun Fahlada, are you still here?” the voice on the other end asked, impatient.

Oh, she was here. For now. But judging by the look on her girlfriend’s face, she wasn’t sure how much longer she’d survive.

Earn advanced slowly, her gaze never leaving Fahlada’s, making the brunette shift uneasily. Once she was close enough, she reached out and, with deliberate care, plucked the phone from Fahlada’s grasp. Holding it to her ear, she kept her eyes locked onto her girlfriend’s.

“Doctor—?”

“The doctor is not available. For two weeks. Didn’t you know?” Earn interrupted smoothly, her voice calm but firm.

There was a brief silence on the other end. Then, the voice stiffened. “Who is this? Who are you?”

Earn smirked, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Fahlada’s ear before gently brushing her fingers against her cheek. The brunette’s breath hitched, her face turning an unmistakable shade of pink.

“Oh, me?” Earn said, her voice dripping with amusement. “You can address me as the Madam of the house.”

Fahlada’s eyes widened at the words. She knew exactly where Earn had gotten that phrase—from her. It was what she used when she asserted her authority over Ratee. And now, Earn had thrown it right back at her.

“Wha—?”

“During these two weeks, please inform everyone that she’s unavailable unless it’s an absolute emergency,” Earn continued, her voice carrying a finality that left no room for argument. “Have a good day. Thanks.”

And with that, she ended the call—without waiting for a response.

She placed the phone on the nightstand, then turned back to Fahlada with a smug smile.
“Now,” she said, crossing her arms, “here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to take a long, relaxing bath, put on some comfy pajamas, and get some sleep. When you wake up, I’ll call reception and order us some food. We’ll eat in bed while watching movies, and once we’re full and happy, we’ll go back to sleep.”
Fahlada, still speechless, simply stared at her, as if trying to figure out whether to argue or surrender. Earn chuckled, stepping closer and tapping a finger against Fahlada’s forehead. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. Now, go on—start putting my plan into action.”

“And if I catch you doing anything work-related,” Earn called out as she disappeared into the dressing room, rummaging through Fahlada’s neatly folded clothes, “I’ll end it for you. Understand?” Fahlada nodded instinctively, completely forgetting that her girlfriend was in the other room and couldn’t see her. “Baby? Did you hear me?” Earn’s voice rang out as she returned, holding a pair of soft, comfortable pajamas in her hands. “Oh—yes, my love, I did,” Fahlada replied quickly, snapping out of her daze. Earn narrowed her eyes playfully but didn’t push further. Instead, she placed the pajamas in Fahlada’s lap and crossed her arms.

“Good. Now, go on.”

Fahlada was going to relax. This was their vacation, and nothing—nothing—was going to ruin it. Unless, of course, someone wanted Earn to personally hunt them down and make them regret every life decision they’d ever made.

“How do they say it again?” the blonde whispered to herself, tapping her chin in thought.

“Ah! It’s Konnichiwa!” she finally exclaimed, a proud grin spreading across her face.